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TABLE OF CONTENTS. 


My ot4 Keatucky Hom. coe nisheton. 
Geod eta Jef... Wosrsiin’ 6 Gaels siete 


Mity Dee wo... kek, wip 5 Otte s Cae Oy = SEEN Uatae Wincor ei 


E long for ms Hows in Kentucky ..cec- 


Ft! ne ¥é!low gal Man ¥ me, aprds Cig s Ge we Alc emma oY 


ke me Pope abe nb ae Ose e255 clare sae 


Sha‘s Bask @a$ thats a9 Matter... ee .: 
RAG Priitas (eo. ts cemet: 2 caches eae ik 
The dolly a bOr xe ee 


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Veorotd Jawy ys. Sa eee ee cee 


The Bee sf Alabama eos iol eeaeee 
Bomebady’ sinde House wit Syear Ak ee 
Rosa Lee or'don’t be fo'tteh Jue o......2. 


We are com mg, Sister BERG. ices ige sec ene ca tees 


B phrni ors Gameate. 6c. ob. eck See cee 
Peasy Wa Fo. ees ee a 
Mail y Wl cavers. (Sic cvceeeews tia ates 


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WER MOTO Sas nous sch ie elie SG aay oe Oh in ee nr 


Mave aLittie Dance... cock oi w cee 
Pare “Kee well, Kitty OAT woe Segeie ays 
Gwire ta Run al UD OiS ME. We igeier omy aoe 
Noliy wae a Badly. oi fiewelt cucce wiles Creer ae 
Ch; \Mastudar. Go see teehee ese we’ 
Old Bob Ridley... ... RNS DAN brute alelere Maer 


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see tween 


sone eenee 


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seh sam ee 


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Wanhex: Tiifer... 2% Lewes tect ty Nia gaat oad ER Sielcs avetera a iat ciate eee 


One Boys carry Melly ry. eg youn. oes 
Gal widce bine dress OD 2... eee eee 
Eo vistade Belisec. bos. cca co weitere hoets ine ae eet 
Maaea’s in do cold srountis...... cee 


My Vailey Home, good Dy. ......050.. 
Belle of Baltimbren ob eb kes 


POre Vou; Weil. s.'. Vo cee caves +s comes & el 
Gore Fse..., 2.2... BRS BIT Oe) he a5) 8 


{Yellow Rowe of Texas ....4.0..-. gs eho 


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COTTON + FIELD MELODIES. 


MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME, GooD WIGHT. 


‘The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky datas, 
Tis summer, the darkies are gay, 

‘The corn-top’s ripe and the meadows in the bloom, 

_. While the, birds make music all the dag. 

The young folks roll om the little cabin ge: 
All merry, all happy and bright ; 

By-'n-by har.! times comes a-kaocking: at the ‘é or—» © 
Then my old Kentucky home, ert aight. 


Me) pag 


0 wt weopte eerily, 


We will sing one song for the eid Kon *, 
Fer the eld Kentucky home, far ar 


They hunt po more for the posanm and the coon 
‘On the meadow, the bill, and the shore ; 

They sing ne more by the glimurer of the moon, 
On the bench by the old eabm door. 

The day goes by like a ahadow o’er the heart, 
With sorrow where all was delight—+ 

The time has come whe the darkies have tonart, 
Then my old Kentucky home, good-night ' 


ChOkes.—Weep 60 more, my lady, ke. 


The head must bow and the ony Dt have to tend 
Wherever the datkey ma 

& {ow more da 78 and the Couble al will end, | 
In the eld where the sugar canes grow. r 

A few more dags for to to the weary load 
No matter, twill nev light ; 


2 COTPFON FIRLD KBLODIBS. 


A few more days till we totter onthe road, 
Then, my vld Kentucky home, goed night: 


oworvs.—Wesp no more, my lady, &e. 


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GOOD OLD JEEF. 


Tis just one year ago, to-day, 
That I remember well, 
i gat down by poor Nelly’s side, 
And a story abe did tell; 
‘Twas about a poor eld darkey, Jefl. 
That lived for many a year, 
Bat now he’s dead and in his grave, 
‘No trouble does he fear. 
_ |) @morva. 
Bor good old Jeff has gone ta rest, 
We know thathe is free— 


Disturb him nor, but let him rest 
Way down in Tenncasee. 


She took my arm, we walked along 
Into an open field, 

And then she paused to breathe awhile, 
Then to his grave did steal,; 

She sat down by that little mound, 

And softly whispered there— 

“Come to me, father, ’tis thy child,” 
Then gently dropped a tear. 

cronns—For good oldJefi &c 


But since that time how things have changed— 
Poor Nelly, that was my bride, 

Is laid beneath the cold grave god 
Down by her father’s side. 


} planted thera upon her grave : 
The weep :ng-willow tree, ¥ 
I bathed its roots with many & tear, A ie 


Theat it might shelter me, — 
egoRns.--FPor Goed old Jeff, Ke. 


' “Bits ef aaats a Le = 
r COITON FIBLD MELODIES. 6 
Z5UTaas F zc Ye FU ORO 
“LILY DALE. 


: Twas a -ealia, clear night. and the moon’s pale light 

 ..» *hone soft.o’er hill and vale, 

| When sad-hearte 1 friends stood around the deat th-bed 
Of my poor, sweet Lily Dale ! 


- CHORTS, 
O, Lily ! reat Lily tdear Lily Dale! + . 
. Now the wild roses ways o'er per little green pean. 4 
*Neata the, tress in the blooming vale! 


Like a fair flower white, on that sad, still ni? h',”* 
Swept by someicy gale. © 

On her couch of snow: in her beauty “bright, 
‘Lay my dear, sweet Lily Dale! 


oxoRvs.—9, Lily | swect Lily ! dear Lily Dale ! &e. 


“'T go,” and she smiled, as we. wept o'er the ch‘Id, 
“To that sinless, happy vale, 

Where a kind hand shall wipe all nain from the brow 
Of your poor, dear Lily Dale!’ : 


ononvs.—-O, Lily ! pale Lily ! sweet Lily Date! &e, 


The u moon went down ‘neath the forest bro “0, 
And the stars grew dim and pale, 

And the death smile. wreathed the white, cold lips, 
Of my poor, lost Lily Dale ! 


‘CHORUS. iid, Lily ! — oe dear Lily Dale! &a& 


Where the flower’s Wisbie o'er her lonely tomb, 
*Neath the trees of the leafy vale ; 

Sweetly sleepethin peace, while the bright birds sing 
My loved, my dear, Lily Dale ! “” 


euonvs —O, Lily! pale Lily ! lost Lily Dale ! &c. 


s4 b eosvotty by ada 
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“Johnson, what is eat to en ‘oyster ? ? 1 do aot 
know. Why, the shell to be sure. 


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a : COTTON FIELD BBLODIEa- 
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I LONG FOR MY HOME IN KENTUCK. 


J long, how I long for my home jin Kentuck, 
With its fields where I labored, go green, 
Where the possum and the coon, and ‘the juicy wild 
duck 
Ané the ‘bacco so prime, I have seen: 
Thore I’ ve fished from the banks of the Masella creek © 
And oft, in the shade of the night, 
Have I watched with my gun, nigh the old Salt Lick, 
For the game as it come to my sight. 
@mORDS.—There ia my eld cabin home, 
There is my sisters aud brother, 
There is my wife, joy of my life, 
My ehild, aed the grave of my mother. 


That hut, my dear home, my log-cabin home, 
With the benca that I stood at the door, 

Where weary at night, from my work I would eome, 
And there rest. ere I stepped on its floor. 

The calabash vine, that then clung to its walls ; 
Oh | 'tis dear in my memory still to me, 

And my maater, who livesin his own handsome ha)is 
Not so happy ag then I could be, 


@8oucs.—There is my old cabin home, £2, 


But that cabin is far, far away from me now, 
Tam far from the scanes that I love, 

Far awszy from that wife who once heard me yow: 
That forever I faithful would prove— 

My friends are still there, aad atill there is ory child, 
And atill there, all in life; 1 most craye— 
Still there is that mound, with its flowers so wild, 

That covers my old mother’s grave. 


% 
eeorws,—There is my eld cabin heme. &e, 
a ia 


Why arethe pimples ona man’s face or nose, Hke 
the engravings of 2 newspaper? Becuse they are the - 
iWustrations of puneh. 

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J corrox FIELD MELO DIE. 3 
WILL M0 YALLER GAL MARKY ME ' 


All the gals are getting married, diopping off on every 
side—, 

Ah, I fear too long I’ve tarried, seekimg, sighing for 
a bride— 

Seeking, sighing for a bride; 

Listen now, all darkey beauties, [am aandsome as you 

‘  see— 

Will no yaller gal marry, marry, will no yaller gal 

marry ma? 


{ could get 8 weeping widow almost any day, of ecurse, 
Or a lady rendsred single, by a—by a late divorce ' 
Bat I want a pretty rose-bad, fall of fun and full of 
glee— A 
Willno yaller gal marry, marry, will no yaller gal 
marry me ? 
Oh! in pity, don’t deny ma, let me end thie weary life ; 
I could swim the wide Atlaniic, could I thereby gain 
a wile; 
{'m in earnest, I am pleading bere upon my beaded 
knee— 
Will no yaller gal marry, marry, will no yaller gal 
marry me 7? 
‘ 


Slow. 


All is over, T am married, what a hasty fool was I — 
Where's the end of all creation 7 tet, ob, let me hither 


fiy— 
Help ! oh, help me, Nister Lawyer, cut the rope sad as 


me free, 
I will seil myself forever, if you will unmarry me! 
—-— +e -— 


What one letteria the alphatet will spell the wood 
potatos 7 The letter O, put them down one ata 
time until you have put eight o's 


‘Why isa leaky barrel like » coward ° Pecauae ie 
rung. 


6 COTTON FIELD MELODIDS. 
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TAKE ME HOME. 


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NiaWwe me hore io tho place where I first saw the light 
To the Sweet sunny South, take me homa, ay 
Where the mocking bird sung ms te reet every y night— 
Ab! why was I tempted to roam ! 
I think with regret of the dear home I left, 
Of the warm hearts that sheltered’ me then, 
Of ihe wifes, and the dear ones ot whom I’m bereft, 
AG 1 sigh forthe old place again. = 
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CHBOBTR. - 
axe me home tothe place where my little oneg 3! lerby 
Peor massa lies buried close by, , 
O’er the gravgs of the ‘oved ones I long ta weep, 
And pmong them fq xrest when I dis, 


Take | the bonie to the place where the orange eh grow 
To my cot in the ever: green shade, ; 
Where the fuwers on the river's green margin may 
is low. i 
Their sweets on the 1 Bi where we played. 
Tho path to our cottage they s say Has grown green, 
And ths place is quite Jonely around, 4 
And Y'know that the smiles and the forms T have. e68u, 
be _ Now Jie deep in the dark mossy ground, °° 


cannes ites me home, &c. 


‘ 


Take me home, let me see whatis left that i knew— 
Can i be that the old heusa is gong! ‘i 

The dear friends of my chilahdd indeed inust be few 
And I must lament all dloze. “ “+ 

- But, et Vil return to the place of birth, 
Where my children b five hay i the ‘door, 

Where they pulled the white blossoms that gornished. 

the earth 

Which will echo theirfeotsteps no more. 


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SE ORES. This me bome, ke, pile os Sauk 


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eh eS OP oh gite 4 i or f ote 


Why would, 9 spider be. a. good cormespondeat - | 


Seokise he drops a kine by every post. ' 
said 


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Penis s 4a! 
COTTOX FELD MELO 9:28. 


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BHR BLACK BUT THATS NO MarTsz 


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My, Dinah, dear me, she’s as, beantifatiquite, 
Asa water th that iimocalinty y at the close of the niznt, 
A voice like asyren, s foot like a a fay- . 
“She just stich a gal you don’t megi exery day .”* 
Spoken. —But she's black ! 
Chorus. —I know che ig; but what of tha 

.., You'd loye, could you look "3 ie R 

‘? Yd Wave Wer just the way whe if, °°" 

She’ s black, but that’s no miatter, 
She Itves on the banks ofa bright- fo 
ae a cab on that might have been. built fe 
_ Surrounded by roses, and woodbines, i “oe 
“That twine and clitab levitate up 1 the eaves, , 

Spoken.—But she’s co vory black|!,, 
Chorus—I know she ia, &e. 2 [— send 
If ever I marry this dark color'd maid, 
You'll believe iu the truth of what I have said ; 
Llove her because her complexion will keep, 
‘And they say that‘all beauty is only skin deep.’’ 


Spoken.—And she's black" ro 
Cljgyss 1 know she is, be, i ber 
i o—=_-—-~eeo-——__—— ioey 


SALLY PRIMER ts 


{ courted Sally Primer, little mhileeaaset ' doul 
I pe ht we sae exactly matched, ~— 
But found it was no * 
Litold her I. would lemg, anyselt ff 438, ah4u't 


marry me— 


a ee to me,.an i galt 2 wy ered I 


arry you!—why, no‘sir-ee” jy 
Charsuc LAL avely Sal] Ena | eval of 
wy ‘DO née trode 8 pinaiq bak 


For if you do he'll pane drowa, souen 


Or shoot himect?, 


g COPPGN FIRLD MELODIES 


J took my Sally walking out, one pleasant afternoon 
And down Broadway we went 60 gay, 
Yo Paylor’s new saloon. 
e i read the “ill of fdre,’’ and asked, What 
will you have, my dear ? 
She eat three stews with six ice creams, 
“nda quart of lager beer. 


“norus.—Lovely Sally, &c. 
‘ro make her presents, I went and pawned the coat 
from ot! my back, 

And when she’d got them all, she took 

Aud then gave me the sack, 
They say she’s got another “beau,” and swectly _ 
_ srailea upon him, 

But if be ever marries her 
May the Lord have mercy op him, 


Ohorus, ~Lavely Sally, &c. 


-O<O-2 
THE JOLLY CLD CROW. 


On the limb of an oak sat a jolly old crow, 

And he chattered away with glee, glee, 21d; 
As he watched the farmer come out to sow, 

Says he, This is all for me, for me ! 


cHoRus. 


Look ! lock! how he ecattergs his seed all round, round. 
round 
- He is wonderful kind to the poor, poor, poor, 
Whe'd empty it down in a big pile on the ground, 
e@ could find it much better I’m sure, l’m sure. 


J have watched all the tricks of this wonderful man 
Who has such regard for the crow, the crow, 
He hays out his grounds in # regular -plan,. 
And plants all bis corn in a row, row, row, 


caoabe.-Look !| look 1 &e. 


“OorrON FINED ‘uoLepess, es 


‘He must have’a very treat fancy for me, 
For he has iried to entrap me enough, enough, 
But I’ve measured the distincd’as well awhs, 
And when he comneny' tn’ ott; V’m off!’ 


hoe J 
OHO nUe.~-Look ! lgok Caw! caw! Se, ant oft 


my ap: Pf ans. Youghal ty tut 4 


SH A36 ov 


POdR OLD ‘fEssy.’ /”’ 


it 
Oid Jessy once “was young like Ui 
Could A hoo the cotton well, .. “a th te FS 
But now he’s passing away from ua, 
Like the dew-drop of tle bill, °)-- set) 


. CBORTA. 


Then pity poor old Jessy, 

Ana wipe he tear-drop from. your, eye, 
For Jésy’s going to leave tha soon 

And in the wer to lie. oH sieht 


Old Jessy’s hair is ate and loug 
Like.the mors upon the tree, . ie oil’ 


. his teeth dropp'd out of the old jawbeve 
“eit soon he will be free... ae 


“ fh ol oe 
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3° At a 
Old Jessy can'i play hie old banjo, 
His fingets are «tiffand sore, * 9/4! 
They tremble so tho bonewda crack— 
He'll play pipes more. a 


exoxnug.--Then pity poor old Tosay, kc. 


ouones.—-Then pity poar old Josey, & Begs 4c, oprah > 


ie used to go ont in the oyster- au : 
Far, far away,from shore: | 
But he never will.go out agains. sy 

- Echo answers, nevermere. 4) 


cxonve,~—Then pity poor old Jéasy, kell 6) mm 


” 


10 COYTON FIELD MELODIES, 


THE ROSE OF ALABAMA. 


Away from Mississippi's vale, 

- ‘With my eld hat there for a sail, 
I crossed upon a coltton-bale 
"To Rose of Alabama. 


| Chorus.—Oh ! Brown iosey, Rose of Alabama. , 
A. sweet tobacco posey isthe Rose of Alabama, 
I landed on @ 8endy bank, ' 
Xsat upon a hollow plank, 

And there I made the banjo twank 

For Rose of Alabama. 


Chorus.—Oh ! Brown Rosey, &c. 


Oh! after d’rec’ly, bye-and-bye, 
The moon rose white as Rosey’s eye ; 
Therm like @ young cocn out 60 sly, 
Stole Rose of Alabama. 


Chorns.—Oh ! brown Rosey, be. 


The river rolled, the crickets sing, 

The lighthing-bug he flashed his wing, 
Then like a rope my «ermal fling 
Rovnd Rose of Alabama. 


Cheree.—Oh ! Brown Rozey, &e, 


I bug 20 long I cannot tell, 

For Rosey seemed to like it well ; 
My banjo in the river isil, 

Oh! Rose of Alabama. 


Cherus,— Oh ! Brown Rosey, &e. 
Like an alligator after prey, 
J jump’d in, but it float away. 


Rut all the time it seem’d to say, 
Oh ! Rose of Alabama. 


Cherts.—Oh ! Brown Rosey, &e, 


COTTON FIELD MELODIES. IL 


And every night, iu moon or shower, © 
To hunt that Banjo for an hour, 

I meet my sweet tohacco flower, 
My Rose of Alabama. 


Chorus—Oh ! Brown Rosey, &c. 


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SOMEBODY'S IN DE HOUSE WID SUSEY. 


Come, darkies, listen to dis song. 
Dat I is 2 gwine to sing ; 
Tt will not take me berry long, 
Pll tell you about my ole gal Sue. 
Chorus.—Oh Sue! 


She's gwine to night wid me to de ball, 
If you'll come dar bins FE introduce you al. 


Somebody’s in de hbuad wid Snaey ; 
Somebody's in de house I know ; 
Somebody’s in de house wid Susey ; 
A playing on de ole banjo, : 
Go way, black man ; don’t you come a nigh me, 
(ll hit you wid de broom if you bodder wid 
Somebody says, dat Cesar don’t like me— 
Hands off ! black man, please tolet me gv. 


She went an’ took a little walk, 
Arter dat. we had some talk— 

She said she lub’d-me wid forty borse power. 
I took her for better or for worze dat howr. 


' Oh ! Sue! 


I took her for better, but "twas worse for me, 
Wor ashe proved worser than I took her for to be. 
Somebody in de house, &e. 


a2 COTYGN FIELD MELODUs. 


HOSA LEE. OR, DON mh BE FOOLISH, Tam. 


When I lived i a tReaicceas, view ¥ 
U-li, a fi, o-la, ee, eerie. | 

hore lived, too, sweet Rosa Be 
U-li, 2 li, o-!a, ee. ° 


Eyes as dark as w inter night, 
Lips as red as berry bright, 
When first I did her wocing go, 
She-said, Now dou't bé fodolish,/ Joe & 
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee, 
Happy then in ‘Vennesses, 
U-li, a-lico-la, ée, 
"Neath the wild Banana tree. 
N . 
My etory yet is to be told, 
U-li, a-li. o-la; ee, 
Resa ono day caught acold, 
give U-liy ally o la, ee. 
Bent for doctor, gent fon nurse, 
Poctor came, and she grew worse. 
f tried to make her smile, but no, 
She raid, Now den’t be fOelish, Joe ! 
U Ui, a-li, o-la, ee, * 
Sad was T in Tennessee, ite Nie 
U4i, a li, o-la, ee, . 
‘ , “Neath the wild Banaua tree, 


(They gave her uP, bo power could cave, 
J-li, a-li, o-la, ee. 
She whispered, Follow to ihe grave. 
U-li, a-lt,’ ola, ee. 
I took her hand, ‘twas eold a4 death, © 


She saw my tears in sorrow flow, 
Then said, farewell, my dearest Joe! : 
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee, 


Rosn sleeps in Tennessee, “Saad ue See 


ow) > Usliva-tive-la, ee, - we hey 
*Neativthe wild Banana tree, 


$o cold. J scarce could draw my bath 


COTTON FIELD, MBLODILA. a3 
WE ARE COMI 1G, SISTER MAXY. , 


On a stormy night in Winter, ai 
Wheu the Wide blew cold and wat, 
T heard some strains of Music 
That I never ean forget.» + 
I was sleeping m the cabin 
Where lived Mary, fair and young, 
Wen 4 light shone in the windew, 
And a band éf singers sung : 
Chérut——We ate cdming, siater Mary, 
: We are @oming bye-and-bye ; 
al Be you reudy, sister Mary, 
: ‘forthe time is drawing nigh. 


1 tried to call my Mary, | 
But my tongue would not obey 
ins Tai the song gu strange hud ended, 
nd the sipgers flown away. 
Then ! woke her from her slumber, 
» ,, And told. her ev'ry: thing— 
But I could not gudss the meaning 
w «© © OF the song I heard, them sing. 
Cheruse—We aro coming, Xc. 


H ; . 


we" When the naxt hicht’came, I heard thet, 
mr And the third night too they sung, ~ ‘ 
. While I sat’ beside the pillow 
oo aa Of my Mary fair anc young, 


&s 1 walched I heard a rustling, 
/ » Like, the.rostling of a wing, — 
_ . And neeide may Mary's pillow, _ 
Very soon Thestd tien slug 2° | Ws. 

. Chorus.—-Waerare coming, £¢. od ieee od 
. ’ 2:C) 6m 

oe _ Then again I called my Marr, vot biw 303 

But my sorrow wae complete, . 6) 

“ss oeFor I found her heart.of kindness = 
Had forever coasedta best; 9 6 | 


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“ha COFTON FIELD MELODIES, 
a . 
And IT now am very lonely, © 
From Summer round to Spring, 
_ And I oft, in midnight slumber, 
Seem to hear some one sing :— 


Charoz.—We are coming, &e, 


8 
EPHRAIM’S LAMENT.’ «& 


“Come, darkies, listen to dis song dat I is gwine to 
sing, 

Tt will not be so berry ‘long me iis de borry thing 

“Yo make you start an’ epe: your eyes, an’ liksa bull 
frog croak, 

For when you see dis darkey cry, you'll know bia 
heart is broke. 


CHORUS. 
Ob ‘de ee heart ia broke ; oh, Ephraim ke must 
ie 
He thoxyht her love was in her heart ; .wav oniy io 
his sye 
Ob ‘ae eee heart is broke, oh, Ephraim he must 
ie 
De gal will soon come back again, and ta your arms 
“will fiy. 


My Clos was de lubliest gal in all Virginny state, 
She was de flower ob ebbry ball, de star dat ruled 
my fate ; 
She say, for me her lub no change, doall de niggers 
tease h Te 
Thro’ fields an’ woode wid dem to range, ‘specially 
dat nigger Caesar, 
Ob! Ephraim’s hears, doe. 
(pon her truth I did rely, an tink she change no 
nebber, | 
She say, for meshe’d sooner die, dan Ner lub from 
me to sebber ; 
| But ee my heart she only play, like aagiet wid de 
ahes, 
Wid nigger Cesar she run away, while I was woania’ 
dishes ! 


COTTON FiBLD MELODIES, lo 
DEAREET MAE. 


How, darkies, come and listen, a story I'll relate, 

It heppencd in a valley in the old Carolina State. 

It was down in the meadow I used to make the hay; 

I always work the harder when I think of lovely Mae. 


euonta —Oh, dearest Blea. you're lovely as the day, 
Your eyes go bright, they shine at nigat, 
Whon ike moon am gone aay. 


My masea cive me holiday, I wish he'd give me more, 

Ithanked him very kindly as I shoved my boat from 
shore 

And down the river paddled, with # heart so light and 


free, 
To the cottage of my lovely Mae, I long'd so much to 
see. 


Gwonvus.~—Ob, deaies) Mae, &e. 


On the bank of the civer, where the trees they hang 10 
low, 

When the coons among the branches play, and the minx 
he keeps below, 

Oh ! there is the apot, and Mae, she looks ao very sweet, 

Her eyes they sparkle like the stars, and her Jips are 
red aa beet. 


omonvé —Ob, dearest Mes, Ke. 


Beneath the shady old onk tree, I’ve sat for many an 


hour 
As happy as the little bird that sports tmong the 


_ Lowers: 
Bat, dearest Mae, I lef her ; che cried when both we 
parted, 
Y gave her a long asd farewell kits, and back to massa 
piarted. ° 


owokEa.—Ob, dearest “ae, Ke. 


My moster then was taken zick, and poor old man he 
ai 


ied. 
And I was wid, way down helow, close by the river 
e; 
% 


46 COrTeN- TinwD sionob iss. 


Whos lovely Mae did Hear reece sho willerad like a 
flower, 


And now lies low; benéath the twee pp the owl hoots 
every hour.) woop hed 2 
. 2 ; i ee . joa: ti 
oxoRts—Dd, dearest Mae, Nb b i vel i ae ae : a i 
lh lr ll SE TE pod AG ie tte 
“ 4 bs ‘ ‘ , 
EALLY WEAVER. 
{Sel Went ont one suimer's Gay,’ ”! a 
moh ©) took nly etin' to"shoot some Erie — 


I met a gal. uponyde way, 
And Sally Weaver was her name, 
, Uer eyes. dey glanced sf bright and clear, 
~ De heht ining-Lugs dey could not shine : 
} went and whispered ja her car-— 
‘My lubly Sal, will you" be ane #7 tO"" 


My Oe re » CHORUS. 


Oh, Tee. gwan down de riber, 

e My skiff is by de shore 
wh Eo do, farewell my 3 Sally W caver, 

ne Hy neber gee you ane 


‘ i watia)> 


' f 
ao aha { 


¥ took her to de fancy hall, veg 
And danced wid her ’ “till brake. obd day ; int die 
She was so big, she was so tall, 
De bigcers all stood out de w ay. , 
T treated her to good clam soup,” i sg 
AY And water- milli ion quitea few ; — 


And when de whiekéy all drink’d up. erie 
Both.Sal and mé was verv blue!....,. "9 


Oh, Ise gwan down, &<. 
\ A Le t od 


i went down fo her massa’s place, 
To ask hima could’she A my wile, 


But fust he me in de face il 
"And den irae a capital eer Se 
wr! aaeahe ie TS APH Ut 8 OIE oun fal 


iggzins mich ys es ~ thks 


as aa yi 


COTYON. FIELD MABKODIES. 7 
We went and took an old flat boat, 
_ And started by the light ode moon, 


Oh, Ise gwan.dovn, &c. 


De boat it leaked, and Sal she cried, 
For feat she'd to de bottom go: 

She hugged up closely to wy side, 
And wanted to bé put ashore.’ 

De boat went down, and Sally too! 
De gal she swim jist like a ‘stone ! 

ise wretched den with grief and woe, 
For Sallyishe was dead and gone! 


Oh, Ise gwan down, &e. , 
—_-—---—_ eo —__——-- 


“OH LUD GALS. 


Here I am as you diskiver, 

All de way from roaring river ; 
Here I cum, as you must know, 
For to play de ole banjo, ' 


cHorrs.— 


O lad gals, gid me chaw tobacco, 
O bad gals, fotch on do whiskey, 
My head ewims, and I feel a little tipsy. 


Way down by de Indian Nation, p 
Dar’s pretty little gals from de wild goose nation,. 
My wife's dead, and I'll get annadder, - 
Pretty little yaller gal jest like the todder, 


O iud gals, gib me chaw tobacco, ‘&e. 


Ole Massa Miller goes out'@ preaches, 
*Bout de world: coming to piéces, 

An if you want to do what's right, 

Go an join de Millerite. a 


© lud gals, gib me ehaw tobacco, ‘he. 


18 


eae Oe We 


COXPOR wien anon TSS. 


. NEW MEDLEY. 


cronys.--+Muaie seleatod. 


Oh, thunder, wejt astound you, ) “J 
With a medley wild and @rear, . 

With wonder. we'll confound, you, 
So pray you lend an ear. 


Air ¢ Settin’ ona Rotl. 


As ] walked out by de light efde moon 
So merrily singing dis old tune, 

¥ came across a big raccoon, 

A settin’ on de rail. 


CHORUS, 


Settin’ on a rail, settin’ on a pail, ‘3 
Settin’ on 
ai » * 


r: The Iviek Emigrant’s Lament, | 


De rail, Dina, where we eat side by sides 
Way downin old Virginay, lub, 
Whon first you were my bride. 
De coons were prancing here and dere, 
And de darkies danciag round, = EN 


‘Oh, den, what happy times we pase’, gen 


Qu old Virginny’s ground “obi YM 
Oh, den, what happy times wepats Ad lasik uldou' 
On old Virgimny’s ground. ea 


_ CBORUR. . Tot li 
lima sitting on de. rail, Dinah, vn q if aA 
Whar we sat side by side,i: Paint ma: 9t 
Ww y down in old Virginny, Jub, ) 
lien first you were my bride. — 


of P | ' 
Cotrox rIeLD MELODIES. 1? 
BA Sadr Grace Corn. e 
If you should go inde summer time, 
To South Garolina’s sultry clime, => - 
And iv deshade yon chauce to-lie, 
You'll goon find out de — tail’d fly. 
‘ weed 
ade: . 
Jim,"track corn, I don’t care, 
Jim crack corn, I doa’t cara 


Jim crack corn, | don’t care 
For Massa’s gone— 


. Air s We're alt Here. — 


To do ball, at de aseembly, he went de other night, 

He danced dere and shuffled dors, wid locomocroua 
mighti 

I danced to my partner, and den to bap Long 

Tl! de husband of dat lady said— 


we 8” Air o Rosa Lee, > 


When 5 eats im Tenisee, af 
4 la. ym oh la ‘ . 
ent cofirti asa Lee, 
Ta, Ta. ing e, 
Eyes as dark as winter night, 
Lips so red and teeth so white 
When first I did a wooing go 
Sho sxid— 
Ait: Uncle Neds) 9% / 
T onee kuew a darkey, and dey call'd Aim Uncle Ned, 
But he died long ago, Yong ago, 
He had no woe! on te lop: ofhisbead, | 


On de place whar de her obght to gtow, 
Den lay dene a Fey and de roby ; 


Hang up de rst sia atk a. le 
No more har i pra No a 
He's cone te waa te good ze.” | 


26 COTTON YIELD MELODIES. 
HAVE A LITTLE DANCE. ; 


Vil siag you now dis good old song 
. And then Pl sing another, 

Old massa’s swine dis arterndon, 
To cal! upon his brodder ; 

Den wait aliitie while, my bovs, 
Till he gets out ob sight, 

We'll drop de shovel and de hee. 


Spoken» What for? 
To have a littie dance to-night. 


Chorus: We'll have a little dance to nicht, boys, 
To night, boys, to night, boys. 
We'll have a little dane-to night, boys, 
An’ dance by de light cb de moon. 


I hike de cambric handkerchief, 
I like de beave. hat ; 
Ob, hand ine down my high-heel boots, 
Likewise my silk cravat... 
De niggers dey em grinning, 
Aw’ dar teeth locks very white, 
We'll go across de mountain, boys, 


Spoken : What for? 
To have a fittle dance to night 


Chorus: We'llhave alittle dance tonight, &c.. 


I rises at de broke ob day. 
To teke my morning walk, - 

I meet my Jubly Julian, 
And dis de way we talk ; 

i says, “You are my own true love 
You are my heart’s delight, 

Will you go over de riber cis ‘evening? 


“at ade oat gs * | 
Spoken : wei Hage BUR QT avuiwe 


fF 
To have otitis, Henek to nights » oe 


Chorus is We'll have . te dance te night, “&e. 
/ ss bP ‘ 


| FARE phi atest KITTY DEARs 


Isaw the emile of evening die, ‘ 
In beanty ov a touthern sky j; ‘ 

And as ma ked that fairy scene. 
So mild, $0 lovely, and serene, 

"A Strange wild sound, yet sweet and clear, 
In rao like the:e I chanced te hear. 


Chorus.—Fare thee well, Kitty dgaty- Vo orelkn FF 
Thou art sleepingin thy grave so. low, 
Never mote ty dear, : 

Wiltaheu ae my old banjo. * ’ 
;” . 

Tha’ Afric’s edeine strain awokel” | 

A language to my foul it spoke, 

That seemed ify rectléss thought to fell, 

And ltold me captive to its spell. ; 

How muck: of fecling deep and strong, 

Was blended in that aitless song: 


Fare thee woil, &o. 


a) 


Tho’ pity ince then have rolled away, 
aaa a ho of that simple lay 
rege me when with care oppress’d, 
ubled heart to rest ; 
Sor Bs hee y latest hour, .. |. 
Forget the magic. of ils power. 
Fare thee weil, Ac. 
| yi Ta ® ; 


—_—_— _— -- -—~- om. 


Lewil ; 
‘ Why is a say-filer 8 tte “Because they 
. ‘both set ho pee ike 


e 
COLMTGK HELD WELODIES, 


GWINE TO RUN ALL NIGHT. 


Cemptown ene sing dis gong 
Da da, du du. 
Camptown race-track five milee long, 
Du da, du da da. 
Ge down dar wid my hat caved in. 
Du da, du da. 
Come back kome wid pocket full ub tin, 
Du da, da da dz. 


Cherus ; Gwine to ran all night, 
Gwine torun all day, 
I} bet my money on the beb-tail 
fSumenedy bet on de bay. 


Wooiley Moon came on de track 
Du da, du de. 
Beb he fiing him ober hig back. 
Da da, du da da. 


tznnin’ along like.a shootin’ star, 


Du da, dy da. 
Rennin’ a race wid de rail road ear, 
Du da, du da ds. 


Gwine to run all night, &e-. 


Da bob-tail worse he can’t be beat, 
Du da. du da. 

Kusanin® arewud ju a two mile heat, 
Dw da, duda da. 

I wins my money en de bob-tail nag, 
Du da, du da, 

Aw’ carry it home in de ole tow-bag, 
Dra de, du da da. 


Gwins to rin all night, &e. 


Pars fourteen horses in dis race, 
my Du da, du da. 


‘<a 


OOTTON FIBLD MELODIES. 
i'm enug in saddle, an’ got good brace, 
Du da, du dw da, 
De sorrel horse he’s got a cough, 
: ~ Da da, du da. 
An’ his rider’s drunk in de ole hay loft. 
- Du, da, du da da. 


Gwine to ran all night, &e 
ee 
NELLY WAS A LADY. 


Down on de Mississippi floating, 
Long time I trab-le on de way, 

All night de cotton wood a toting, 
Sing for my true Jub all do day. | 


Chorus : Nelly wawalady ° 


Last night she died, 
Toll de bell for lubby Nell 
My dark Virginny bride, 


Now I’m unhappy and I’ra weeping, 
Can't tote de cot'on wood no more ; 
Last night, while Nelly was a sleeping, 

Death came knockin at de door. 


Nelly was a lady, &c. 


When I saw my Nelly in de moraing, 
Smile til] she open’d up her eyes, 

Seemed like de light ob day a dawniag, 
Jist fore de sun beyin to rise. 


Nelly wass lady, &e, 


Close by de margin ob de water, 
Whar de lone weeping willow grows, 
Der hb’d Virginuy’s luBly daughter ; 
Dar she in death may find repose. 
Nally was a Lady, dc. 


3" 


. #4 COTTON FIRLD MELODIES. pn 


Down in de meadow mong ce clober; ot 

“Walk wid my Nelly by my side, 

Now'all dem happy days am ober, —_, 
FarewelLiny dark Virgiony bride, 


n Nelly was a lady, Se 
BE ANY gas . 
OH, SUSANNA, 9 #4 


. 
Pse oome from Alabama with the banjo on my knee, 
Um gwine tu Louisiana my 4ruo lub fowto see. © 
lirsined all night the day I left, the weddor it was dry, 
De sun so hot Liroze to deff, Susanna don’t you cry. 


CHORUS AND REPEAT. 


Oh, Susanna, don’t you ery for me, 
[zee come from Alabama, 
With the banjo on my Knee. 


Cjump’d aboard de telegraph an trabell’ d down de riber 
De tectric fluid magnified aud killed toumhundred nigga 
Do bulgine bust, de horse run off, [ realy thought, to, die, 
(shut my eyes to hold my breath, Susanna don’t you ery 
ae Oh, Susanna) do. 
Pa ect 

{ had # dream de oder night, when ebaryting was still, 
{thought I saw Susanna acoming down deo hill, 
De buckwheat cake was in her moul, de téar was in her 


eye, 
Saye I, Via comin’ from de Sonf, Susguna, don’tyeou ery, 


.Oh, Suganna, &o. al 


4 


= ‘if hepwest, 
I’ soon be down in New Orleans and dea Uli run around 
An if Tsee Susanna, I'll fall upon de ground, 
Butaf [ donotaee her, this darkey ‘ll surely die, 
And when Vin dead and buried, Susanna dou't you ery. 
o» DbSusanpa, de yh og () 


1 $79. a ve 
CP ene a inne si aed 


* be! 


When is 4 wall like a Ssh ? When itis scaled. 
: ? a2ann ¥ 


: 


A . - 


C@TEON FIELO MELODIES, 25° 


jh. COLO BOB RIDLEY, 
A possum sot ina sim tree, 
A lookin counnin down at me ; 
I took » rock, all on the sly, 
And I bit him wip right in the eye! 


_ . Old Bob Ridley, Ob ! 
Mi ) Old Bob Ridley, Ob1 


Oid Bob Ridley, Oh} : 
How could you fool dat possum a9 7 
ial CHORUS, 


Oh ! boys, corfe along and shuck dat corn, 
Ob, boys come aloug to de rattle of de horn, 

We'll -huck and sing till de coming of demorn, 
And den we'll havea holiday. 


¢ 1 took him down to Polly Bell, 
Because .I know she’d cook him well ; 
Stie made 4 fry, and she made a stew, 
An’ @ roust, an’ @'brile, ana Barbecue ! 
Old Bob Rifle } . 
ai YORNOh 0 ((Thre seme’) 
' Why didn't you lei dese darkies' know ?, 
When ’twas done I gin’acall, 
An’ here come in de nigvers.all ; 
We trowed de dogs de head and feet, 
An’ had a plenty left for ug all to eat! 


Chorus : O boys, come along; &e.. 
An jon Bob Ridley, (Thi timse) ' swell 


Chorus “0 boys, come along, &e. 
‘ ; 70) eute” 

Old macéter 81. ay he EEN sid wot a? 

A possum half s0 at as he sere pre 


!Ok raw oreae - : Tad ve? «€ va 
‘We never have héar of de like before hag d oA 


iHBlere7vo BZIege 


~ 


36 COXTON FIRLD MBLIDILS, 


We eat, and we danced, and we eat ail night, 
But we could'nt eat him all fore de moruin 
light, ( 


Old Bob Ridley, : 
All On! Oh! ae (Three tmes,) 


New do you tell dese darkies go! 
Crue. O boys, come along &c. 


T got a half a dollar for his skin, 
On which, next night, we frolie’k again, 
And dat made Polly love me well, 
An’ @michty purty gal was Polly Bell! 
J OW HIGLE rer 4 
At. i a ie *; } (Three times.) 
De next time we'll be sure to £0. 


* 


Charxs > O boys, come along, &e. 


Ob ! Polly’s lips, dey look so sweet 
When she has somefin nice to eat ; 
Dat possum’s fat, an dat possum’s hide, 
Dem was de fings made Polly my bite, 
| ri ( ag anes ‘ (Three times.) 
Polly ia de Belle of de old baajo ! 
Chorus : O boys, come along, &e. 


a 
NANCY TILL 


Down in the eane-brake, close by the mill, 
Phere liv’d a yellow girl her name was Naney Tilt; 
She kusw that I lov'd her, she knew it long, 
Um going to serenade her, and I'll sing this gong. 


. €RGRUS. 
Come love, come, the boat lies low, . 
Bhe ies high and dry on the Ohio; 
Comes lova, come, the boat lies low, 


_— 


COTTON FIELD MELODINE. 35 


She Hes high and dry on the Ohio; : 
Come love, come, wont you go along with me, 
(li take you down to Tennessee. 
Come lore, ome, wont you go along with we, 
Vil teke you down to Tennessec- 


« Open the window, love, 0 do, 
And listen to the music I’m playing for you: 
The whisp’rings of love, #0 scft and low, 
Harmonise my voice with the Old Breajo. 


cuorve.—Come, &c. 


Softly the casement begins for te rise. 
The stays ara a shining abore in the skies; 
The moon is declining benind yonder bil 
Refiecting ite rays en you my Nancy Fill. 


chonve -~Come, &ce 


Farewell, Jove, I must now away, 
I've a long way to traval before the break of da, 
Bub the next time I comrg be '@ cy, love, te go, 
A ailing on the banks of the Ohio. 


cuonus.—Ceme, dc. 


_— Oe ec 


- “Sam, I saw a cane in South America more than 
a mile in Jeusth.” 

“A cane! why what kind of cane ?”’ 

“Why, @ Aurricane, to be sure.” 


Why is a true and faithful friend like warden 
seeds? Because you never know the value of either 
entil they are put under ground. © 


What is it that is white, and black, and red all 
ever? A newspaper. 


} Why is a baker shop like a.druggist 1 Bocause 
Shey both sell poison things, (pies and thinge.) 


8 


COTTON FIELD MELODIES. 


bab id ae ; 


“20H BOYS, CARRY ME LONo. \ 
iS aa 4 


i! OU dasry rit Morte Vo! POF 


Der s nowore tronble for me: ** ' 
Y’s'puinue te ream 
In a happythome; .w scale edt ait e 
Where all demigzes amfrtee..¢ 9) weal fae 
i’ve worked tong inde fields; 5 ) & lead 
Vve handed many a hoes, 9 o> 4 doecell 
il turn my ¢je, j 
Before I dia, ‘ 
And see da sugar cane grow. 
. : m ae 
cuonts.-Oht bossy ¢ euery Me Tonge wna eee e Ml 
p Garry me til i digs or ot 
Carry mao" down 4 m ited 
To de bury in’ ground, . 


Massa, dont you ery. 


AN ober de land 
‘Tw wandered many a day, 
' Fo blew de horn © —_— ewe 
And mind de comm / mu 
And keep de possum a way. 
Neo uso for me now 
So dark eyes bury me low: 
My horn is dry, 
And I must lie 
Whe de possum nebber can go. 


eaonys.—Q, boys, carry me long; de. 


Fare well ta de ae 
Wid hearts so happy and light « oof 9! 


Dey sing # song ' — 

Da whole day loag, : Awe 1a 
Aud dance dejubba at night, 

Fare well to de fields “¢ og 


OD edtton, ’baoco, and all: 
T's guine to hoe in a bressed row 
Wha de corn grows mellow aad tat. 


cHoRus.~0, oye, ala me ‘pada yi oll 


COTTON FIRLO MELODIES. , 23 


Fare well to de hille, 

De weadows covered wid grecm, — 
Cid brindle Bosa 
Ant de old grey hoss 

All beaten, broken and lean 
Fare woil t6 de dog 

Dat always. followed ms round; 
Old Saneho’ll wail 

- And droop bis tail 
When I am under de ground. 


encave,-—O, boys, carry me lenz, &e- 


| 
++ 
. ¢ 


GAL WID DE SLUE CRESS ON. 


Now, white fi. ls I'll sing te you, 
About my doarest Dina; 

Oh! s:.e’s de gul dat stele my heart, 
Way down in Alabama. 

She was tall an slender ‘bout ds waist, 
An beantiful as Wenus, 

Od al) de gals I eber did ese, 
She was de greatest genus. 


CHRORUB. 


Den give me de gal wid, bine dreas on, 
Dat de white folks call Susanna, 

She stslo my heart and away she's gone, 
Way down in Alabama. . 


Oh! ehe had 4ses just like de dove, 
An a foot like dejiraffum, 
An when she rolled dem eyes at me, 
I thoughtI'd die a leffin. 
But when my Jub did promenade, 
De people would stop what saw her; 
Bhe was de nicest gai dey eber did eee, 
Except de great Vieteria. 


Den give me dé gal, &). 


COTTON FIELD WELODISS. 


T toak my lub ta,a ball lazt Bled, “i 
Au whéh wewenstosnpper, 
She fainted, an ober db table fall, 
An etuck her ead in de butter. 
Dey used eataph ene. to fitch her tro, 
But den it was tao lator; 
A sertey leg run in her eye, 
Au she choaked to death wid a tater. 


$ocmDen give me do gal, Ae. 


avrg ia 


LOUISIANA BELLE. : 


_ Tx T ouiziama Pr de state, 
Whare old masea eber dwell, 
, An he hab a jubly colored gai, 
Called de Louisiana Belle. 


CHORWS. iio 

On, boys, don’t you tell, Noms 
Dan’t tell massa, don’t you tell ; s 
On, Betle, Louisiana Belle, 
T'se going to marry you, Louisiuna Bella. * 


Up to de ball de oder night, 
"ET eut a mighty swell, 
Desens de poker and widgeonping 
With dat Louisiana Belle. 
Oh, Mies Belle, &c. si 
Twig dat Dandy Jim of Caroline, 
Oh, twig de nigga swell, 
Trying it on so. monstrous fine, 
Wd dat Louisiana Belle... oA 
» nthe Bolle, Bic, | { tulye i 


Dere's fuss aeB and den de om . i 
‘Oh yes, and’de Gouble LL, bw 
Poke an I)’omw end ob dat, °°” 
‘ypAnd you, Pilla Belle 

" Oh, Miss Pelle, de. 


my PLL MELODIES. 31 


7* 


iw, AF be COLD ROUND. 


Round de ye sa am @ rtonicn, 

De darkeys mournful soug, : 
While de mocking bird am singing, | 

Happy az de day am long. “? 
Where do ivy am acreeping, 

O’er de grassy mound, 
Dare old massa am a sleeping, 

Bloepicg in de cold, cold ground. 

vr 

cHoRtS. 


Down in de corm field 

Bear dat mournful sound: 
_ Alides darkoys aa & weeping, 7, 
Massa’s in de cold, cold erpund, 


. 
h : 


When de autumn leaves ware esting; 
When de days were cold, 

’Twas hard ic hear old masea calling, 
Ceyse he was 30 weak and old. 

Now de orange tree am bicoming, .” 
On de sandy ghore,» | 

Now de summer days am cofuiug, 
Massa nobber calls no more. 


@Onts—Dows in de corn field, &o. 


Masaa made ds dackoys love him, : 
Cayse he was se kind, 

Now dey sadly weep @ bove him, “ 
Mourning cayse he leave dem behind. 

T eannot work before to morrow; 
Caysede tear drop flow, 

. lL try to drive away my sorrow 2! 
ickin on de old banjo. : 


corte. Down in de cord field, &c. 
eee boule 6 ; ‘ rent 
ew os Seetet hte ete A 
42 Seen Il" erode 
‘ a forpabe silent. watches, of the aie as the 


theif said when he rob the jewelry syore. 
” ee 


7 F 


32 COTLON FIELD MELODIES, 


MY VALLEY HOME, GOOD BYE, 


The sun nate "hind the hills was peep! ng, 
All nature was so bright and gay, 
The merry birds were nimbly leaping - 
With joyous bounds from tree to tree. 
Such was the morning that I parted 
from ail on earth T held moat dear-— 
My parents, thouzk near broken-hearted, 
Would try my zloomy thoughts to cheer, 


CHORUS, 


My valley home, good-bye, good-bye, 
_ Dilever think of thee— 
A stranger I must live and Me, 

My home I'll never see. - 


My valley home, I leved it dearly, . 
No etber home 1 wish to see— 
Oh! but to paré from it did grieve me ; 
It sheltered me in infancy. 
My parents dear, I left them weeping, 
*T was sorrow choked their last farewell— 
Before I die could I buf greet them, 
Oh ! then I would my sorrow quell. 


@hovu3a,—My val.cy home, ‘ke. 


Oft in my dreama I see my mother, 
And trace the tear-drop down her chee 
Methinks she says, My child, come hither, 
Oh’! where shall I my lost one seek { 
Farewell ! my home, the vision’s fleeting, 
A stranger now I’m foreed to Poarn ; 
When life is o'er, above [ll meet thenm,. 
Those dear ones of my valley home ° 


Charus.—My valley Ro: ne, &. 


COTTON FIELD #ELODIDR. 


BELLE OF BALTIMORE, 


Vve been through Carolina, 
Ive been to Tennessec, 

Vve trabeiled Mississippi, 
For Masea set me free. 

Uve kissed the lovely Creole, 

’ On Louisiana shore, 

But J never fownd a gal to match 
De blooming Belle of Baltimore. 


CRORTS. 


Oh, boys, Beile’s a beautr, 

Byes #0 bright and cheek« a s@oty, 
Wo gal Lever seen before, i 

So sweet as Belle of Baltimore. 


My Belle is tal] and slender, 
And sings s#o very clear, 
You'd think she was an owlingale, 
If once her voice you'd bear. 
I walked down to her cabin, 
And I rapped agin de door ; 
i want to cio my dagatype 
To my aweet Belle of Baltimore, 
Oh, boys, Belle’s a beauty, de. 


I'found her by the ribery 
My errant [ did tell, 
fiays she, you gay deceiber, 
Your tricks T know too well. 
Teen you kiss another gal 
The werry night before— 
Wid dat she turned upon her heal, 
Ane off went Belle of Baltimore 


Ob, boys, Belle’s a beauty) &. 


Nea 
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: ete iy 4 is) OF ® 
34 COUTON FIZLD MELODTES, 


: i wrote my IP a letter; »... 

And scented it so sweet, 

Ds musk, de clobes, de pe int, 
Souck out about a fect. Ppa 
ut all my trouble was no use, 
T neber seen her more— | 

For squashed de tender ’fections ob 
_My blooming Belle of Baltimore. 


Oh, boys, Belie’s.a heanty, oe 
t P : aft Me ( 
tical. Myf ally 


~ FARE YOU WELL. 


idark ! my love, O come and listen ! 

The cyening gale is ‘sweetly singing, 

The stars ate shining on the river, 

‘The moon is in the quiet sky. 

Chorns Come, my love, unto the window, 

Listen while I play the Juba, © 
Then Pil foat away down the river ~- 
O! Fare you well * 


* diam : 
Oh ! my dear, O, do come listen, 
My song upon the night. alr. stealing. 
Wil fill thy heart with, sweetest feeling 
While I sing this melody. 
Chorus.—-Come, my love, &e. ays 
° itiok 
; Wi 
Throw them eyes down ou thy lever, 
From thy plcoming vesy bower » 
Give this dark a single flowers - 
‘To thy memory, 
Chorus—Come, my love, Bor hiatal DAR 
ta we ost yee a 
‘The evening star is fast a-waniag. 
The night is dark, the clonds are raming, 


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CO"TON FIELD MELODIES. 35 


Here thy Sambo stands a-waitiag— 
Horry, my dearest Juliana. 


€herue.—Come, my love, &c. 
+ - owe 
CORA LEE 


Years have fled since fast I saw thee, 
Standing in thy cottage door, 
Ringlets bright as golden sunbeams, 
Floating o’er thy pale young brow, 
Bet thy smile is ever with me, 
Though I'll see thee never more, 
And thy form, al ! faucy’s fair dreams 
Ne’er can bring one like thou. | 


CHORTS. 


Pale the moon beams fall at even, 
On the green turf over thee, 

But thy gentle soul’s in heaven, 
Farewell, lost one, Cora Lea, 


Cheeks as red as summer rose, 
Eyes as blue as summer sky, 

' Now the willow sways its tresses, 
O'er thy grave, dear Cora Lee, 
And a heart whose weaiih discloses. 

Love geins sparkling in thine eye. 
Aid at eve the dew drop nestles, 
In the wild flowers o'er thee» 


ftilthy voice, like music stealing, 
Lingers round where last we met, 
And I kear thee when I’m sleeping, 
Whisper, “thou can’st ne’er forget. 
Ne pale marble gleams above her, 
Yet how dear that spot to me, 
Mem’:y wanders to thee ever, 
Angel stolen” Cora Lee. 


35 GOTTEN ¥TELO MELODI¥S. 
. YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS. 


There's a Yellow Rose iv’ Texaytiat I am going to geet 

No other derkey knows her, no darkey only me ; 

She cried eo when t left herit like to broke me heart, 

And if Lever find her, we never more will part. 

Crorve. © 

Ehe's the swestest rose of eolor this darkey ever knew; 

Hor eyes are bright as diamons; they aparsle liketke dow 

You may talk about - your. Dearest Mae, and sing of Rosy 
Lea, 

But the Yellow Rose of ea beats the ‘belles of Ton 
nesgec. 


Where the Rio Grand ic flowing, and the starry + skies 
are bright, 
She walks along the river inthe quiet summer night ; 
She thinks, if ie remember, when we parted long age, 
I promised to come back agin,,and not leave her ao. 
) , 
jabs, i 


Oh! gail 1 am going to fiad her, for my heart is full of 

And wall, fag the song together that we sung so long 
ALO 5 

We'll play ‘the banje gaily, and we'll sing the sengs of 


yore, 
And the Yellow Rose of Texas shall be mine forever- 


more, © 


‘ 
What am de reason dat de niggers like:to dance ? 
Bekase thar legs am so crooked dey can’t atand still. 
Why are little schoolchildren like wafers? Be- 
cause you have to lick them to make them stick to 
the letters. G rack ii oe 
Why is a weak, hare person ‘like a ‘certain, 
plant? Because he ia ever'green, wert OF oe wl 
You havn't got it, you‘ Wouldn't have it; you 
want it, but if youbad it, you. Maer Ban on 
gand dollare for it, Whrt mi it? ‘A ‘bald head 


‘ 


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Sai nig nad AND eo: SALS By. 


- BLACKMAR & BRO., 
AUGUSTA, GA. 


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Bored ge Beauly, ~ .i.cs. .-.»fis M. 3S. Scat; $9: 
Bonae Bias Fiag, ._...........Harry Macirthy. 5° 


Russ WHDAS | 


Bonny Mioise, 2... .......0... ---0e Je R. Taomasy 51) 
DOOR SOROS fend. x bess. saath bees Oborne. 50 
Gontedorats Plugs %. «os brs t..0 tig. ts Gororge, T3 
Cottage by the Bea, ......5 00. Oh teh mas +) 
Darling Nelly Gray, ..... pose svondtlaney. 20 
Doarast Spot of Barth to we ix : Mor ne, Wrightoa. 59 
Dailing Little Blae Eyed Nell, 22... .» Bauckicy, 5) 
Dixie War Sony, ... Fd Ped FOE 4. Noir. 5) 
Do They Miwa ine at ifone, choc sequlas Semumis. 30 
Mach Hour of Lifa, ......0-..: 54 , -s Budacse veka. 59 
Buiry Beile. »........ o sBecevestssceeteGm Pesier, 59 
Vd ibe a“tar; .... eye Pe . ss 3 


i'd Choose to bs a Daisy, s-venb. o¥eces-Bucklsy, 5! 
My Maryland, ....08 so0...ss0 «00 J. RM. Randall. | 


Missouri, ..... pidacpe-séedes” sies.ss Aly MEOGEFERY. 3 
Voluateor, ..... a Lage ise .Werry Macartay. 5 
Rock. Bosids the Sea, si dse cctse. i. Converse. 


Sonthron’s Watehword, ...... ....C. Glover. 
Stars aad Bars, ...... -Harry Macarthy, 
What is tloms without aglother? _. Llawtherae. 


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CATALOGUE -OF SHEET r MUSIC, | 


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Piano Songs. ) alae 
Carr € Bele A oe... Tyeed VG Bake. Fd 
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“Coe wil dehrnd the Right,. ep SOF OF Reb mend. 3 


J Cetuct,, C&L rat bey. Fare wr'l, eo 680 Sete #. W. Nash. 


Tearnot forget Thee gi... ede .-Albin Visher. { 


New Confecerate Flog, “ seers op scone DY OD alisigh. 
Gey acd Bappysic.c sk) obs adeeb bok Winters. 


Modily. Whispers o. ss ctecses secsees conse > BIER UES a 


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Scutherm Marseiflzises Lf: ccc oe 


Scuthren’s Chavut of Defanee, .. wh. E. Blachmar. i 


Stare of eur Parner, \i.4 42. 0 .cSseenies. Alig Lee. (8 
The rea Life it the Old Lend Yet <c .....E.O. Eaton. (7 


| Wr Song! tb ¢ partis Fan Revger,.,.. Beds Popler: 
Quy signi 


-Inetrumental. ete ee 


Bercrecesd r hacd Were seee Mrs. ViG Gawd, 
Denies Ge Mancsece Qpick Step, ie cox {ANG ir, 
Gerera\ Joseph E. Jcknster’s Mapcpeng (i) oy sant 


Quick Maret ...,. 2.0005 sree oA dot ug: etl: ue 


General Brepe's Gene: Maicdyeet. ot 2 BOR tke, 
Madisen. Rifes March 54 sete ae Bs ati. a iedeattin, 
- Newer evwender Quick Ete PS 6a seuie “Ex 59, Batten. 


Onur frat President’se Quick Bie watt. Be Riviahde. N 


 Rivinue’s Medley Quick Sicp, veces cise POOR bein: 
A flection Bibottischs cc .c.,eccee cee owed! Een. 
Bekemien Clase Blewer's Fi the, ee Te V: Labfabhe. 


p Peart River Polke. we elk icles cee SINGS. 


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Odie Mazgurk ay els usec. sclesste ear ee beaker, 


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sigan Carpe Schottiech, . Sores. tl Means, 


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MIBCELLANEOCE ~~ " 


PUN FOR THE Gi, ab Mipstrated: ee 
Maley .. ee 


